Superhero Organization?

Technology? Magic?

Bullseye was genuinely curious now. Pulling off something like this on the surface in this day and age was no easy feat.

Back then, the weapons and equipment of those superheroes had basically all been divided up among the supervillains. Almost nothing had made its way into circulation; even if any had, it should have been tightly controlled by gangs across the land.

But what had happened here—

No matter how he looked at it, it did not resemble a gang vendetta. It looked more like superheroes "delivering justice."

After all, Eyeball Man had played no small part behind the scenes in that battle years ago. If he had not informed Red Skull of the heroes’ weaknesses, that battle likely would not have gone as smoothly as the villains had anticipated.

Bullseye had noticed Eyeball Man’s corpse early on. He had died in the deepest part of the nightclub, with a huge hole torn through his chest. It seemed someone had forcibly taken something from inside Eyeball Man’s body.

The Eye of the Watcher? That’s no good thing, but in this wasteland, it can still create miracles. The attackers’ objective can probably be confirmed now.

As he pondered, Bullseye’s breathing grew rapid.

The target of the massacre was the Eye of the Watcher. They want to recreate that battle and use this eyeball to locate Red Skull’s weakness—or mine.

His gaze shifted, sweeping across corpse after corpse.

There were at least four attackers. One was extremely fast, and his weapon was very sharp. The exact shape of the weapon can’t be determined yet, but the cuts are small. It was probably something like a dagger.

Another possessed tremendous strength, enough to tear a sturdy adult in half. That kind of power is not something an ordinary superhuman could possess. His specific ability can’t be determined; I don’t know if he was an unregistered New Mutant.

The third likely had some high-tech device that could unleash a powerful electric current in an instant. It resembles Whiplash’s technology somewhat, but too many things are similar. There’s no way to identify it, so I can’t yet guess whether it came from the remnants of a superhero or villain.

As for the last one, he was probably a wizard. His mastery of magical arts was no worse than that of some famous heroes. He was most likely this group’s leader.

Bullseye looked around, eliminating the questions in his mind one by one, until he finally reached a conclusion that sent him into wild delight.

This was the work of superheroes too!

That conclusion made him laugh uncontrollably. His entire face twisted into something vicious, looking exceptionally mad in the darkness.

At the same time, his figure appeared extraordinarily eerie amidst this blood-soaked scene.

Old Bullseye crouched down and extended a hand trembling with excitement, slowly touching the dried bloodstains on the ground.

This wasn’t something one or two heroes could accomplish.

He thought.

This is a superhero team! Right here, right under Red Skull’s nose. They operate professionally, unlike that useless old fool Hawkeye. This is an emerging superhero organization that no one had discovered before now!

Bullseye had never dreamed that following Old Hawkeye’s trail would lead him to such an enormous surprise. More importantly, he was the only one who knew about this discovery!

Priority call incoming

Priority call incoming

"…"

Bullseye frowned. The incoming-call display from his mechanical eye ruined his good mood. He did not need to think much to know who it was.

There was only one person in the world with "priority" access.

Priority call—beep!

"Hello?"

The call connected. Bullseye parted his somewhat cracked lips and let out a soft sigh.

"Why did you ignore my calls?"

Red Skull’s figure appeared in the visual display of his electronic eye. So many years had passed, yet Red Skull still showed no signs of age. Judging from the background behind him, Red Skull should have been in his office.

"I’ve been busy."

Bullseye spoke, with no desire to converse further.

For Bullseye, the most pressing matter now was finding that superhero organization, not playing "house" with Red Skull. He had grown tired of his old life. Now, he would act for his own goal.

"Busy!?"

Red Skull was somewhat displeased—or rather, he had been suppressing his anger all along. Bullseye’s disregard for his orders had clearly infuriated Red Skull.

"The Subterraneans are devouring my miners in the mud. Those filthy monsters previously caused an entire town to sink underground. Do you know how much unrest that will cause? I don’t have time for your personal hobbies! I need you to deal with this!"

"Find someone else."

Bullseye answered bluntly, without even giving it much thought.

Or rather, he held the same attitude toward every order Red Skull gave him.

"You have far more mercenaries under your command than just me. I have some ‘important’ business to attend to."

Bullseye spoke coldly. He did not care about Red Skull’s feelings.

As for the "superhero team" that had appeared here, he would not mention a single word of it to Red Skull. This was his prey, and he would never allow anyone else to lay a hand on it.

"Someone else?"

Red Skull’s expression darkened. His stern face radiated overwhelming pressure as he stared at Bullseye on the screen with a faintly murderous gaze, his tone chilling.

"You work for me, Bullseye—"

Beep! Call disconnected

"Not this time, Skull."

A mocking sneer hung on Bullseye’s face.

He owed Red Skull nothing, nor was he Red Skull’s subordinate. From beginning to end, they had been partners. Now that Bullseye had finally found what mattered most to him, he naturally could not give it up.

"Technology, magic, a suspected mutant superpowered individual, and a soldier of immense strength. It reminds me of those pleasant days long ago, and some old friends."

Taking a deep breath, Bullseye felt utterly refreshed. It had been a long time since he had felt so happy.

The last time he had been this delighted was when he discovered Old Hawkeye’s crime scene.

But now—

Hawkeye?

What was that supposed to be?

Compared with that useless old fool, there were far more delicacies here waiting for him to savor.

This was nowhere near something Hawkeye could compare to. If he handled this properly, he would kill an entire superhero squad. That thrill was not something killing one Old Hawkeye could rival.

At the thought of that scene, Bullseye’s hands began trembling uncontrollably.

It was muscle memory born of excitement. He had not experienced that intoxicating sensation in decades.

Slowly exhaling the air in his lungs, Bullseye opened his eyes again.

"I hope you can satisfy me."